I will be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere ages and ages hence.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by.
And that has made all the difference.
— Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
IN EVERY turn that we make in our lives, we come upon crossroads that can lead us to different paths, each unique and consequential to our next step. And with our choice on which road to take, there lies beyond yet another series of crossroads we have to choose from.
I have chosen a path towards writing in the last four years. It may not be a road most people are willing to travel—as many know there is no money in writing—but it is a choice I have not regretted even once. It has not been easy, as a matter of fact, and I have learned long ago, even before I started writing, that it will never be easy if I really want to pursue my dreams. Despite that fact, I chose this path—even if perhaps, in actuality, this path chose me. Whatever it is, I went through the past four years of my life without giving it a second thought—and I have never looked back since.
In the four years I have been writing, I gave two of those to the Varsitarian. As yet another crossroad in my life, I have encountered a lot of experiences along the way—the small, but fulfilling, joy of having my very first article published; the pain of seeing my article blood-soaked with corrections; and the countless small talk and debate with people I have shared many, many moments with. These experiences, however minute, have made a huge impact on my life—one I cannot utterly express in words. But these experiences will be remembered as the Varsitarian I know and love.
Now, I am at another crossroad in my life. I have yet to see what lies beneath each road given me; of this I am not clear. But what I do know is, I have reached this point of my life because of the path I have chosen four years ago. And being with the Varsitarian for the last two years confirmed this inevitable fact, despite the fact I have only a vague understanding of what is to come. Whichever road I choose, or whichever road chooses me, I know that I am here for a purpose—a purpose I am willing to fulfill for the love of my family, my friends, and myself.
To the Varsitarian staffers who have made an imprint in my memory and heart, thank you. You have made my two years in the Varsitarian one of the most amazing moments of my life. It has been a pleasure working with you.
